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Monday, February 1, 2010

I have a tattoo of you in my heart

I have a tattoo of you in my heart-
no one else can see it,but it's right there on the inside.If I concentrate, I can almost feel it:
A peculiar raised rawness,
like a cattle brand might leave;
the nerves all burnt and exposed,
as if singed by a sadistic cigarette wielder.

Funny thing is, I don't remember signing up for a tattoo

Though I do recall a lot of pain, one night;

remember thinking, I wasn't going to make it

through till the sunrise;
doesn't the worst pain always come

in the blackness before dawn,

and I was surprised to find
I'd survived the worst of it.

But now that I have your sign inside of me,
the bar code of independence is void,

I felt my way through this poem carefully....wondering all the way if you are experiencing such a good thing that won't flower fully or a bad thing that just won't go away...whichever it is it made for a fabulous poem that resonates whith everyone who had truly loved anyone and had the character to never back up from their own heart. That anyone soldiers on from here is the picture of courage so I bow a deep and true asian bow, my friend.

About Me

My prayer is what I do all day/
And think, and say/
I am a stream of dark and light/
With breath, I pay/
For suns bright ray/
And starry night.
My dreams are when in sleep I lay/
I fly away/
To find a string of visions bright/
In faith, I stay/
With hope I may/
See truth alight.